Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Friday Fictioneers – The Glorious Gift

The morning sunrise was brilliant.

They ate breakfast on the patio.

A chess game in the garden was their plan for later that afternoon.

Suddenly, a cramp caused her body to flinch. 

The laborious suffering of childbirth had begun.

A beloved baby would be joining them soon.

Their lack of experience weighed heavy, draining their emotions. 

They felt anxious; yet, they’d been waiting months for this moment.

With tear filled eyes, she grasped his hand and flinched again.

The physical pain would soon reward them with a glorious gift.

A precious child filling their hearts with immeasurable happiness and love.

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: Jeff Arnold

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Sunday Song – She Loved A Lot In Her Time

There’s a path Mother’s must travel with their children,

sometimes, the path is filled with obstacles. 

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It’s a fun musical challenge. This week the pronoun “Her

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Friday Fictioneers – The Farm

Their marriage was good. They had dreams.

He wanted a farm. 

She needed space; wide open space to breathe.

Their friends lived on the adjoining farm. 

Dad rode his tractor in cover-alls, a plaid shirt and a straw hat Mama made him.

Mama’s floral house-dress draped with her home sewn apron, worn proudly, was as stylish as she wanted to be.

She’d carry brother on her hip while holding a wash cloth in her other hand.

It was a time for fixing things. Things we kept forever. Things we treasured.

It was a way of life they loved.

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 

 

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: Nathan Sowers

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Friday Fictioneers – Car Rides from Hell

My designated car seat was behind my father who drove while smoking unfiltered ‘Camel’ cigarettes. 

He was a chain smoker. A habit he’d picked it up in the service.

Ashes would blow into the back seat as he drove us to our weekend park picnic outings or  Sunday beach getaways. 

I had the pleasure of inhaling carcinogen nicotine chemicals.

Despite complaints I’d felt like vomiting, the car ride would proceed with minimal sympathy.

At our destination, I’d have to sit until the dizzying feeling passed. Seltzer was the beverage I  drank to settle my stomach meanwhile my siblings drank cokes.

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Short Story

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:Yvette Prior

 

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Mr. Blue Sky

 Friends  …. It’s been a while since I posted for you. I wish I could say I was on vacation. As you know, here in my little paradise world, I’m always on vacation.

Instead, I was hosting a family visit from my daughter. I enjoyed my grandson and new step-granddaughter for a week while she and her new husband went on their postponed honeymoon from their April wedding. It was a fun time.

Now that I’m back to my quiet little respite, I thought I would take time to gather energy from the wind and salty air by listening to the music of the waves while enjoying the bright sunny blue sky.

I’ll be vigilant to catch up on all of your blogs. In my absence, I’m sure I missed a great many things that you’ve done.  Please feel free to send me a note on those you’d like me to read. It would be disappointing to miss a single one of your stellar writings.  

Namaste  Isadora 😎

Enjoy a FUN video about Mr. Blue Sky and SMILE …..


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Footprints in the Sand

Al & Jeffrey Footprints on the Sand1024.webJeffrey & Poppy walk the Beach

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I’ll walk with you
Footprints in the Sand
And helped me understand
Where I’m going
2018©Leona Lewis

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Love transcends through the nurturing of our future sons and daughters.
In this case, I chose my grandson who will one day be the voice that may change the world.
Where there is LOVE there is hope.
Teach your children well …
Isadora

For my grandson, Jeffrey. He gives unconditional LOVE

leona lewis – footprints in the sand lyrics

 

 


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Sunday Song – A Mother’s Love

Lilly 560 signed.webWalking in the Garden                   2018©Isadora DeLaVega

This year, Mother’s Day, is May 13, 2018. It’s the day we celebrate the special women who’ve raised us.

I think everyone would agree that any woman whose raised a child deserves to be recognized everyday. 

She’s filled with boundless love and makes enormous sacrifices.

Mothers have arms brimming with comfort and love.

For those of you who are blessed to have your mothers with you,

May your Mother’s Day, with her, be filled with immense joy….!!!! 

For those of you have lost your mothers,

May your Mother’s Day be filled with your precious memories of her.

Happy Mother’s Day to All …. !!! 

A Mother’s Love by Jim Brickman

A Mother’s Prayer – Celine Dion

 


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Sunday Song – Mighty River

This song has a timeless feel. It’s from the movie ‘Mudbound’

staring Mary J.Blige. She’s been nominated for Best Supporting actress

and for this original song. It’s a powerful movie saying a great deal.

It’s seems apropos for what we’re going through in our world today.

Enjoy …. Isadora 

Mighty River – Lyrics©Mary J. Blige

Life is a teacher, time is a healer
And I’m a believer like a river wild
Ego’s a killer, greed is a monster
But love is stronger, stronger than them all

White flag in hand, I don’t wanna fight
No lines in the sand, I’m on your side
Invisible, no colour life
It’s time we put our, put our, put our differences aside

Time tells no lies
It keeps changing, and ticking, and moving, then passes by
But if you’re lucky, it will be kind
Like a river flowing through time

(Like a river) let it wash you clean
(Mighty river) going up stream
(Like a river) cutting through right
(Mighty river) ’cause it never gives up
(Like a river) so full of life
(Mighty river) liquid like time
(Like a river) let it wash away
(Mighty river) the pain from yesterday

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Love is the answer, hate is a cancer
Hope of forgiveness, it waters the soul
Our blood is red, we’re not so different
‘Cause underneath our skin we’re identical

White flag in hand, we’re not gonna fight
No lines in the sand, I’m on your side
Invisible, no colour life, oh
It’s time we put our, oh, put our differences aside
We know wrong from right

Oh, time tells no lies
He keeps changing, and ticking, and moving, then passes by
But if you’re lucky, it will be kind
Oh, like a river flowing through time, oh

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(Like a river) let it wash you clean
(Mighty river) going up stream
(Like a river) cutting through right
(Mighty river) ’cause it never gives up
(Like a river) so full of life
(Mighty river) liquid like time
(Like a river) let it wash away
(Mighty river) the pain from yesterday
(Like a river) oh, oh, oh
(Mighty river) rain down on me
(Like a river) all it takes is time
(Mighty river) to heal this bloodline
(Like a river) better wash me clean
(Mighty river) get this dirt off of me, yeah
(Like a river) oh, oh, oh
(Mighty river) let it wash the pain
Oh, oh, oh yeah
(Like a river) oh, like a river
(Mighty river) mighty and better river
(Like a river) oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Mighty river) let it wash away
(Like a river) oh, oh, oh
(Mighty river) oh, all the hurt and pain
(Like a river) oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Mighty river) oh mighty river, mighty river

Lyrics@ Genious

 


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T’was the Night before Christmas – Florida Style

Santa w-Flamingo

Florida Christmas Poem

T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the town,
No noses were frozen, nor snow on the ground.

No children in flannels were tucked into bed,
They all wore their shorty pajamas instead.

To find wreaths of holly was not very hard,
For holly trees sprouted in every backyard.

In front of the houses were daddies and moms,
Decorating hibiscus and coconut palms.

The slumbering kiddies were dreaming with glee,
Hoping to find surf boards under the tree.

They all knew that Santa was well on his way,
In a fiberglass boat instead of a sleigh.

He whizzed up the rivers, zoomed up the canals,
Delivering toys to good boys and gals.

The tropical moon gave the cities a glow,
And lit the way for Santa below.

Quite soon he arrived and started to work,
He hadn’t a second to linger or shirk.

He jumped from his boat and gave a wee chuckle,
He was dressed in deck pants, with an ivy league buckle.

There weren’t any chimneys, but that caused no gloom,
For Santa came in through the Florida room.

He stopped at each house but stayed only a minute,
As he emptied his sack of the toys that were in it.

Before he departed he had a long drink,
From the glass of fresh orange juice left by the sink.

He turned with a jerk and jumped into his boat,
Knowing that he still had more toys to tote.

He put it in gear and he opened the gas,
Then up the Peace River he went like a flash!

And I heard him exclaim as he went on his way:
“Merry Christmas, Punta Gorda, I wish I could stay …. Annonymous

Santa w- Surf Boards

This is turning into a yearly repost due to the Christmas festivities that are going on at this time.

I hope you enjoy it again. This was on the radio on Christmas Eve last year. 

Punta Gorda is a boating town 5 minutes away from me.

 

                                       Merry Christmas to all of my loyal followers.

                                     Thank you for having faith in what I do here.

                      May your hearts be filled with magical splendor of the Holiday Season.

                                         Blessings and many Hugs and Kisses to you !!!

                                                                                Isadora  😎